Stupid Fuckin' Mouse

Last night I heard an odd noise coming from the direction of the door in the bedroom. Considering that I have posted pictures of mountain lion tracks which were about eight feet from the door, I paid more than a little attention to this noise. Finally got up and checked; turned out to be a mouse in the air vent. Even though the critter probably didn't weigh more than an ounce or two, the ducting responded like a drum head. Amazing amount of noise for the little shit.

Waiting now for my HVAC maintenance guys to show up and rid me of the little bastard.

My new iMac came with Apple's latest mouse, the "Mighty Mouse" which has a trackpad built right into the back of it. It's taking some time to get used to.

There are several "gestural controls" where a motion does more than scroll or move the cursor. Apparently one of them -- haven't figured out exactly WHAT triggers it -- commands the computer to erase whatever you're working on and don't keep a backup and don't allow the user to go to "edit - undo last command."

I found a mouse in the garage. I caught him and explained to him that my family would try to murder him and my dogs will try to eat him and if he could please either remain out of sight or go live in the yard I'd really appreciate it. I haven't seen him since. Maybe southern mice are just more congenial though.

I use a trackball. I love it. It doesn't move like a mouse so I don't have to devote the desk space to it that most people do. It's also really gentle on my carpal tunnel.

Finally figured (fingered) out what command triggers "erase everything you're doing permanently" -- it's a finger swipe from left to right. Often initiated accidentally when returning your hand to the mouse after a protracted bout of typing